Rasta Tahj - Turned on Me (feat. Rock)

See I know exactly what type of person you is
You could only fuck with somebody like me
When you perceive me as being weak
Soon as I became myself
You turned on me
Look
Think you got me figured out.
Shawty I come in different flavors
I mean damn
What a fool gotta do jumpin through hoops
So you could be appreciated
You lost me cuz you was filled with hatred.
Inside you knew you could never fade me
Y'all don’t even know yourself and you thinkin you knowing me that well,
Slim you don’t speak my language
You looking at a legend on the making
Whole God half immortal and half amazing
When the government trynna see you murdered
They coming at you from different Angles
When I see a crab ass nigga all I see is a pawn
My only response is to bake em
I ain’t never been like these sheep
Youngin ima lion I never been that basic.
I dare you to take a walk in my shoes
Only for the family I pay my dues
Trust issues like you wouldn’t believe youngin
Think I’m worried bout impressing who?
I could care less about these uppity skeetchies
Since shawdy cheated and had a baby on me
I’m bustin on backstabbing vultures
I ain’t bout to be a victim in these streets
Ery night I pay my enemies bleed
I ain’t never been forgiving as I seem
Slim please I’m just sticking to my cheese
Appearances can be deceiving
Just wanna make my mark before I leave
Know this before I let you in
I never played games bout a traitor
Cuz on me I would die for my friends
I must admit that I underestimated what you would do to me
Keep a small circle so I don’t have to Deal with shit like this usually
I don't really got the patience for the wishy washy shit truthfully
Found out You really was using me
Dammit it seemed like I really could trust you
Now it’s Fuck you
I don’t want nothin to do wit it
I ain’t really for the stupid shit
Except my shawty cuz she stupid thick
I been at it I ain’t new to this
Been active nothing Brand new
Unless we talkin bout these size 11
On my feet never been ran thru
She was lovin on the team
I ain’t even wanna hit it she was ran thru
Don’t even know her name but I know her brain
And she pop it like it’s canned food
Niggas stay up in the kitchen cookin
Nigga I can show you what this pan do
Rollin up & make another hit
Sheets & funnel only make em bambu
How you claim to be my family you don’t even know me nigga you a fan too
I was too high when I walked in the stage I’m thinking damn I hope I land soon
Only exotic my trips & shawty boujie taking weekend flight to Cancoon
Need my whip wit sum leg room said you need a verse I need bands too

Written by:
Rasta Tahj

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